Sunday thought: My Mother's Crazy Optimism

And why this past two weeks has made it especially hard to recall

Friends,

When I was very young and frustrated about one thing or another, my mother reassured me that “everything works out in the end.”

Her optimism used to drive me nuts. “When is the end?” I’d ask her. “Next week? Next year? After we die? In a century? What are we supposed to do in the meantime? Just wait?”

My mother’s words come back to me, partly be…